Wheeling Gull Isle So then, let us rid ourselves of everything

Malakai's jaw clenched as he hears the words. The exact ones which he had been expecting. He would have been disappointed, had he not been thinking the same. After all, it was just Nakano. Kai was learning, practicing and he waded through the tide pools for food day and night. They were surviving, but this was not living. 

Malakai knew when he died (as so many others around him already had) his spirit would go to God, yet God gifted him with life. One which he should not squander and take advantage of. 
 
Nakano spoke of a misson for God and the ears which once had flattened down when Nakano rest his head on Kai's own, perked up once more then. 

We could... He murmured, the wheels beginning to turn in the boy. God's people have found their path here before, like you... But there are many others. Many we can teach and help them live a righteous path... The boy's thoughts came allowed as they spoke. They needed to go if they were to live, he knew this, but that did not mean abandoning home forever and maybe, maybe leaving would do them good- do good for himself others. 

Where would we go first? I don't want to go far from the sea... He admits, a grim line forming of his lips. There was a woman who came before- Heph. Her pack is Moontide, near the coast. We can try there?